Aug 26, 2005 02:09
Dear Father
I‘m writing you to let you know that I’m not so well
How are you? Days seem so long when you’re sitting
Strung out in your room. Father, how is brother? Is he
Doing what you say? I hope so. How is mother? Please
Tell me that she is ok.
Father, why am I such a screw up? Why can I never make you proud?
Please tell them that I was wrong. And please tell them that now I’ll be around.
Dear Father,
I’m so sorry for everything that I said. You were right, I’d become
The very person that you didn’t want to love. Father, Thank you
for loving me anyway. I hope you know, that there’s more to me
than apathy and nothing to say.
Father, there’s one more thing to tell you. I’ll be dead in a just a while.
Please don’t cry! It’s just a loser’s way of making everything seem alright.
Father, please know: that in my last moments I wore a smile. It’s something
I haven’t shown in such a very long while.
Father look at the way I’m smiling. I know that one day you’ll own your own.
Father take my last words, “forgive me”
And please tell them that now I am gone…..